No Fear Shakespeare: Macbeth: Act 5 Scene 8

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Enter MACBETH	THACEMB reetns.
MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.	HMACBTE Why sdlouh I omtimc seduiic like neo of eht tnencia onmsRa? As olgn as I ese esemine of mine levai, I lwudo atrhre ese my roswd odnuw meht htna me.
Enter MACDUFF	AFDCUMF rntese.
MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!	FACDMFU unTr doarnu, uoy ogd frmo ellh, unrt oduran!
MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee. 5 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.	THMCBEA oYu ear the olny man I ehav iavedod. tuB go waay onw. Im ryedaal lytgui of illikgn royu oelhw maylfi.
MACDUFF I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!	FMCUDFA I veah tnoginh to ays to ouy. My dorws lwli klat rfo me. Yuo rae too eliv rfo doswr!
They fight	yTeh ftgih.
MACBETH Thou losest labor. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air 10 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmd life, which must not yield To one of woman born.	MABCTEH eYrou wsigtna ryou imte tgrnyi to odwnu me. uYo hmgti as wlel yrt to bsta eth ria htiw uyro rwdos. Go fgiht nmseooe hwo can be hdarme. I edla a rhadcme ilfe, ihcwh catn be eddne by oynane onrb morf a mwano.
MACDUFF Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served 15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb Untimely ripped.	CUMFDFA oYu nca refgot obaut ryuo mhcra. ehT eivl pristi uoy esrve anc llet you ttha I saw ont born. hTye tcu me uot of my omsehtr bwom roebef she ulcdo brea me lntarayul.
MACBETH Accursd be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cowed my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, 20 That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Ill not fight with thee.	MCBAHET eurCs yuo orf eigllnt me tshi. voeYu fdniteghe aawy my auerocg. I tndo leveeib tseoh liev rteeuascr reynamo. Tyhe tirdeck me twih tihre rgamsdoew, gsinari my eposh adn nhet sodyenigtr mteh. I wtno ihftg you.
MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o th time. 25 Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted on a pole, and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant.	CDAFMFU Tehn neesrurdr, cdarwo, nad lwle utp oyu in a oaekrsfhw, tjsu eilk eyht do twih doeremdf mlaiasn. leWl ptu a uepitrc of uoy on a nsgi, gihrt vboea het drsow Cemo ese teh yratnt!
MACBETH I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolms feet, And to be baited with the rabbles curse. 30 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!	HBTACEM Im tno gingo to usrdnerre dna aveh to siks teh urodng in tfnro of mcolalM, or be autetnd by teh conomm poelpe. eEnv huhgot irBamn oWdo llryea idd meoc to iesnDannu, dan Im nfgitihg a mna not of nwamo ornb, llI igtfh to the ned. llI tpu up my hesdil and ltbaet ouy. moeC on, selt go at it, dufacMf, and mdna the ritfs anm who csrei, topS! ngoEhu!
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS	hTey texi inhgitgf. psueTmtr nad lbttea snsoei. hTe tumrpet of eno yarm donssu a llac to terreta. Teh ethro rymsa trtmpue nodsus a clla of crtiyvo. heT orousiitcv mrya estern, led by MLCLOMA , dlo ADWSIR , SROS , teh eohtr TNHAES , adn ildrseos, whti a rmdumre dna flag.
MALCOLM 35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.	MLCOLAM I hsiw lla of ruo efrdisn ucodl evha dvvieurs sthi btelat.
SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.	RASDIW In eyrve betlat, semo peeopl lwli alsway be lkilde, btu gjignud romf eht emn I see oudrna us, ruo rtgae yictvro dtnid stco us vrye hcmu.
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.	LAOMLMC cuMfdaf is igsmins, dan so is yruo onelb osn.
ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid a soldiers debt. 40 He only lived but till he was a man, The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died.	SROS My ldro, yruo nos ahs aipd het lssoride ecirp: hedat. He lyon ldvei onlg euohng to meeocb a anm, and as nsoo as he droevp htat he wsa a man by ihfitggn keli one, he ddei.
SIWARD Then he is dead?	ISRDWA So esh ddea?
ROSS Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow 45 Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end.	OSRS Yes, dna hse eben crdirea ffo the dlief. Yuor gierf hdouls ont be luaeq to ihs owrth, abeceus tehn yoru wsroor wudol vreen nde.
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?	RSDWIA rWee hsi snwdou on sih roftn esdi?
ROSS Ay, on the front.	SSOR seY, on ihs tfron.
SIWARD Why then, Gods soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death. 50 And so, his knell is knolled.	ISWDRA lWel tehn, esh Gdos oideslr nwo! If I adh as amyn noss as I aveh siarh on my edha, I luodtcn epoh thta any of hetm uwdol eid emor yroabnlho hnta he did. ndA tthas all rhtee is to it.
MALCOLM Hes worth more sorrow, And that Ill spend for him.	LCMAOML He is twhor erom gnumroin htan tath, adn I wlli nmrou orf mhi.
SIWARD Hes worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score. And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.	DRIWSA He is whotr no rome ntha thta. hTye ltle me he deid lwel, nda tedslte ish osesrc. hitW ttha, I pheo dGo is thiw mhi! ereH ecsmo beertt ensw.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH s head	FFMAUDC ertsne, raingcyr ACEHMBT s haed.
MACDUFF Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands 55 The usurpers cursd head. The time is free. I see thee compassed with thy kingdoms pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland!	CFAUDMF liHa, nigk! Bueeasc sttha atwh uoy ear onw. Lkoo, eher I vaeh Mcsethab cuersd ahde. We aer fere from shi nynraty. I see htat uoy aevh eht odisgmkn leebnnmo aonrdu uoy, dan yheter tignkinh the esma ihtng as me. I anwt tmhe to injo me in sith odlu rchee, laHi, ignK of atonScld!
ALL 60 Hail, King of Scotland!	ALL Hlia, Kgni of olactnSd!
Flourish	rmsepTtu lpya.
MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland 65 In such an honor named. Whats more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the snares of watchful tyranny, Producing forth the cruel ministers 70 Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen, Who, as tis thought, by self and violent hands Took off her life; this, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, We will perform in measure, time, and place. 75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.	LLOMCAM It ontw be lgon ebfeor I adrerw haec of uoy as he seeerdsv. My stanhe dan emnkins, I eman yuo lal elasr, het sirft esral thta Sntdoalc sha reve hda. We ehva a lto to do at het wdna of sthi ewn rea. We tums clla meho lla of oru lexeid rnsfeid woh lfed mfro eht pigr of Mecabths ryntyan, dan we tmsu bgnir to eicustj lal teh viel nsretsimi of thsi dead ehutcbr nad ihs mdeon-lkei qeuen, how, umorr sha it, mmittdceo udsecii. sThi, dna hwtaeerv esle we rea dlleca to do by odG, we iwll do at hte rihtg imet dna in hte hrgti apecl. So I nkhta you lal, nda I neviti each and yeevr eon of you to oecm ahtwc me be ocerwnd kgni of cdtnlaSo at Seonc.
Flourish. Exeunt	rptTesum alpy. yThe lla ietx.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter MACBETH	THACEMB reetns.
MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.	HMACBTE Why sdlouh I omtimc seduiic like neo of eht tnencia onmsRa? As olgn as I ese esemine of mine levai, I lwudo atrhre ese my roswd odnuw meht htna me.
Enter MACDUFF	AFDCUMF rntese.
MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!	FACDMFU unTr doarnu, uoy ogd frmo ellh, unrt oduran!
MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee. 5 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged With blood of thine already.	THMCBEA oYu ear the olny man I ehav iavedod. tuB go waay onw. Im ryedaal lytgui of illikgn royu oelhw maylfi.
MACDUFF I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!	FMCUDFA I veah tnoginh to ays to ouy. My dorws lwli klat rfo me. Yuo rae too eliv rfo doswr!
They fight	yTeh ftgih.
MACBETH Thou losest labor. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air 10 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmd life, which must not yield To one of woman born.	MABCTEH eYrou wsigtna ryou imte tgrnyi to odwnu me. uYo hmgti as wlel yrt to bsta eth ria htiw uyro rwdos. Go fgiht nmseooe hwo can be hdarme. I edla a rhadcme ilfe, ihcwh catn be eddne by oynane onrb morf a mwano.
MACDUFF Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served 15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb Untimely ripped.	CUMFDFA oYu nca refgot obaut ryuo mhcra. ehT eivl pristi uoy esrve anc llet you ttha I saw ont born. hTye tcu me uot of my omsehtr bwom roebef she ulcdo brea me lntarayul.
MACBETH Accursd be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cowed my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, 20 That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Ill not fight with thee.	MCBAHET eurCs yuo orf eigllnt me tshi. voeYu fdniteghe aawy my auerocg. I tndo leveeib tseoh liev rteeuascr reynamo. Tyhe tirdeck me twih tihre rgamsdoew, gsinari my eposh adn nhet sodyenigtr mteh. I wtno ihftg you.
MACDUFF Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o th time. 25 Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted on a pole, and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant.	CDAFMFU Tehn neesrurdr, cdarwo, nad lwle utp oyu in a oaekrsfhw, tjsu eilk eyht do twih doeremdf mlaiasn. leWl ptu a uepitrc of uoy on a nsgi, gihrt vboea het drsow Cemo ese teh yratnt!
MACBETH I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolms feet, And to be baited with the rabbles curse. 30 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!	HBTACEM Im tno gingo to usrdnerre dna aveh to siks teh urodng in tfnro of mcolalM, or be autetnd by teh conomm poelpe. eEnv huhgot irBamn oWdo llryea idd meoc to iesnDannu, dan Im nfgitihg a mna not of nwamo ornb, llI igtfh to the ned. llI tpu up my hesdil and ltbaet ouy. moeC on, selt go at it, dufacMf, and mdna the ritfs anm who csrei, topS! ngoEhu!
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS	hTey texi inhgitgf. psueTmtr nad lbttea snsoei. hTe tumrpet of eno yarm donssu a llac to terreta. Teh ethro rymsa trtmpue nodsus a clla of crtiyvo. heT orousiitcv mrya estern, led by MLCLOMA , dlo ADWSIR , SROS , teh eohtr TNHAES , adn ildrseos, whti a rmdumre dna flag.
MALCOLM 35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.	MLCOLAM I hsiw lla of ruo efrdisn ucodl evha dvvieurs sthi btelat.
SIWARD Some must go off. And yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.	RASDIW In eyrve betlat, semo peeopl lwli alsway be lkilde, btu gjignud romf eht emn I see oudrna us, ruo rtgae yictvro dtnid stco us vrye hcmu.
MALCOLM Macduff is missing, and your noble son.	LAOMLMC cuMfdaf is igsmins, dan so is yruo onelb osn.
ROSS Your son, my lord, has paid a soldiers debt. 40 He only lived but till he was a man, The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died.	SROS My ldro, yruo nos ahs aipd het lssoride ecirp: hedat. He lyon ldvei onlg euohng to meeocb a anm, and as nsoo as he droevp htat he wsa a man by ihfitggn keli one, he ddei.
SIWARD Then he is dead?	ISRDWA So esh ddea?
ROSS Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow 45 Must not be measured by his worth, for then It hath no end.	OSRS Yes, dna hse eben crdirea ffo the dlief. Yuor gierf hdouls ont be luaeq to ihs owrth, abeceus tehn yoru wsroor wudol vreen nde.
SIWARD Had he his hurts before?	RSDWIA rWee hsi snwdou on sih roftn esdi?
ROSS Ay, on the front.	SSOR seY, on ihs tfron.
SIWARD Why then, Gods soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death. 50 And so, his knell is knolled.	ISWDRA lWel tehn, esh Gdos oideslr nwo! If I adh as amyn noss as I aveh siarh on my edha, I luodtcn epoh thta any of hetm uwdol eid emor yroabnlho hnta he did. ndA tthas all rhtee is to it.
MALCOLM Hes worth more sorrow, And that Ill spend for him.	LCMAOML He is twhor erom gnumroin htan tath, adn I wlli nmrou orf mhi.
SIWARD Hes worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score. And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.	DRIWSA He is whotr no rome ntha thta. hTye ltle me he deid lwel, nda tedslte ish osesrc. hitW ttha, I pheo dGo is thiw mhi! ereH ecsmo beertt ensw.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH s head	FFMAUDC ertsne, raingcyr ACEHMBT s haed.
MACDUFF Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands 55 The usurpers cursd head. The time is free. I see thee compassed with thy kingdoms pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland!	CFAUDMF liHa, nigk! Bueeasc sttha atwh uoy ear onw. Lkoo, eher I vaeh Mcsethab cuersd ahde. We aer fere from shi nynraty. I see htat uoy aevh eht odisgmkn leebnnmo aonrdu uoy, dan yheter tignkinh the esma ihtng as me. I anwt tmhe to injo me in sith odlu rchee, laHi, ignK of atonScld!
ALL 60 Hail, King of Scotland!	ALL Hlia, Kgni of olactnSd!
Flourish	rmsepTtu lpya.
MALCOLM We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland 65 In such an honor named. Whats more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the snares of watchful tyranny, Producing forth the cruel ministers 70 Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen, Who, as tis thought, by self and violent hands Took off her life; this, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, We will perform in measure, time, and place. 75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.	LLOMCAM It ontw be lgon ebfeor I adrerw haec of uoy as he seeerdsv. My stanhe dan emnkins, I eman yuo lal elasr, het sirft esral thta Sntdoalc sha reve hda. We ehva a lto to do at het wdna of sthi ewn rea. We tums clla meho lla of oru lexeid rnsfeid woh lfed mfro eht pigr of Mecabths ryntyan, dan we tmsu bgnir to eicustj lal teh viel nsretsimi of thsi dead ehutcbr nad ihs mdeon-lkei qeuen, how, umorr sha it, mmittdceo udsecii. sThi, dna hwtaeerv esle we rea dlleca to do by odG, we iwll do at hte rihtg imet dna in hte hrgti apecl. So I nkhta you lal, nda I neviti each and yeevr eon of you to oecm ahtwc me be ocerwnd kgni of cdtnlaSo at Seonc.
Flourish. Exeunt	rptTesum alpy. yThe lla ietx.